It was as precious as oil, a spring rain from ancient times.
Jiangnan.
A vast curtain of rain.
Meng Hao savored the cool, misty rain.
He walked slowly along the street.
Three peerless beauties followed behind him.
That car he had already sent ahead to Huarong Technology.
Speaking of which.
He hadn't been shopping for a long time.
Now.
With three beautiful women accompanying him, holding small umbrellas, walking on the street.
This feeling was quite poetic and picturesque.
Of course.
Meng Hao felt great.
Passersby watched with a mix of envy and jealousy.
"Damn, comparing people is depressing, comparing goods is infuriating!"
"If we could even hit on one of these girls, we'd die without regrets, and this guy actually has all three."
"I've thought about it for a long time, and I still don't know where I went wrong."
"Shut up, you've been mumbling about not knowing where you went wrong every day... You went wrong by being ugly and having delusions, not striving for progress, and daydreaming every day."
"To be fair, ladies, this guy is super handsome too."
"I don't care, I don't care, I say this is a moral decline, one person monopolizing three girls, I'm going to post them online for netizens to criticize!"
…
Facing the undisguised envy and jealousy, and the threats to post them online.
Qin Muyan blinked her eyes.
"Brother Hao."
"They're going to take pictures of us!"
"Aren't you afraid of causing a public relations crisis?"
As expected of the head of Huarong Technology's public relations department.
Qin Muyan was always considering so-called "public relations crises."
Meng Hao curled his lips.
"Tch."
"What's there to be afraid of? If they want to take pictures, let them."
"I'm not even afraid of the US, why would I be afraid of these guys gossiping behind my back?"
Meng Hao even arrogantly pulled the three girls into his arms and gave a middle finger to the lecherous men with ill intentions.
Well.
This is an internationally recognized gesture of contempt.
Meng Hao's smugness, arrogance, and disdain were evident.
…
Soon.
They reached the outskirts.
Meng Hao hailed a car and went directly to Huarong Technology.
It was the same as always.
The same as he remembered.
He hadn't been back for half a year.
Huarong Technology was so well-maintained that not even a weed was visible.
"Our company's cash flow isn't exactly great right now."
"However, Uncle Chenghua would rather not take a salary himself and still have the workers clean the company spotless every day. He said he wanted you to see a Huarong Technology that hasn't changed at all."
As she was speaking.
Chenghua hurried out of the company.
"Young Master."
"You're finally back."
"Everyone online is saying you've joined the US, abandoned Great Xia, and abandoned Huarong Technology... But, I, this old man, don't believe it at all. I don't believe you would abandon Huarong Technology."
Chenghua had aged significantly in the past six months.
In memory.
Chenghua used to clean himself up meticulously every day.
And now.
This middle-aged man, nearing fifty, looked as if he were almost sixty.
"Uncle Chenghua."
"Thank you for your hard work during my absence."
Meng Hao said with a sigh.
He wasn't particularly worried about Chenghua's sudden aging.
There's a saying, "Joy makes a person's spirit bloom."
Chenghua's aged appearance was just superficial.
After all.
In the past six months.
The mental exhaustion and constant worrying would drain a person's energy.
However.
As long as one's mood improved, this physical depletion could easily be replenished.
Indeed.
After the driver, whom Meng Hao had sent to Huarong Technology earlier, announced Meng Hao's return.
Chenghua's entire demeanor seemed to regain its spirit.
"I've walked quite a bit, I'm going to rest for a while."
Meng Hao stretched his arms.
His body, which had been dampened by the rain when he hugged the three girls earlier, felt a bit sticky.
He planned to return to his office and living quarters to take a shower and change his clothes.
"Oh my, look at this old man, my mind is not clear at all."
"What am I rambling about?"
"Young Master, I personally lead people to clean your room every two or three days. It's basically unchanged and as clean as ever."
Chenghua paused for a moment, then slapped his forehead.
"No, something is still missing."
"I'll go find someone to arrange a custom-made bed over three meters long."
"As expected of our Young Master, bringing back three young mistresses after a trip."
Chenghua still had his usual playful demeanor... Ever since Meng Hao returned, he seemed to have regained his anchor and spoke more cheerfully.
Even.
He even imitated the way people spoke in period dramas from the Republic of China era, referring to Luna and the other girls as "young mistresses."
"Cough cough cough."
Meng Hao coughed a few times, a hint of awkwardness showing on his face.
"Right."
"Let me introduce you. This is Uncle Chenghua, our executive vice chairman of Huarong Technology... He's in charge of everything except research and development... He's an old veteran of the company; he's been working here since the company was first established, twenty or thirty years ago."
After a brief introduction of Chenghua.
Meng Hao then pointed at the three girls in front of him.
"Qin Muyan, Uncle Chenghua, you've known her for a long time, so I won't introduce her further..."
"This is Zhang Xijin, our young major, responsible for my 'security work.' You've met her before..."
"And this is Luna. It's your first time meeting her... I'm going to take a shower first, and we can have dinner together later!"
The rain curtain gradually dissipated.
A red sun had already hung overhead.
It was nearing noon.
As a result.
Chenghua, the old rascal, nodded very seriously.
"Yes, it's almost twelve o'clock."
"I'll arrange for someone to prepare dinner."
What?
Twelve noon?
Prepare dinner?
Luna, being a foreign girl, although she learned Mandarin very well, couldn't quite grasp the more nuanced meanings.
"That's not right, dear Uncle Chenghua."
"You must be mistaken, it's almost twelve o'clock, so lunch should be prepared."
"We usually prepare dinner after four or five in the afternoon."
Pfft.
Chenghua couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Qin Muyan and Zhang Xijin, on the other hand, had blushes spreading across their faces.
"That's right, that's right, Miss Luna."
"I will absolutely not be mistaken."
"You have to believe me, the Young Master has great stamina. Five or six hours might not even be enough."
With such a direct statement,
If Luna still didn't understand, it wouldn't be a slow mind, but rather an absence of intellect.
However.
As a foreign girl, she was quite bold and not at all reserved.
She thought for a moment and nodded solemnly.
"Yes, Brother Hao's stamina is indeed very impressive."
"But, five or six consecutive hours, he'll definitely be drained dry."
"And, there are three of us sisters, Brother Hao should take it a little easier."
Meng Hao listened, dumbfounded.
This Luna.
Was she really that direct?
Even Chenghua, who had initially intended to joke, felt a prickling sensation on his scalp.
Good heavens.
This girl.
She was truly a prodigy.